Be a really big bitch! I admit I often have a short fuse and if you piss me off I will tell you the truth, the whole truth, and I will probably not be so nice about it. So I guess I will just take the tome to go ahead and warn you about most of my triggers now.
- I HATE when people shorten my name! If I wanted to be called Sam I would introduce myself that way. So when I tell you my name is Samantha, I mean that’s my f-ing name!
- Old people driving…I think that one is self-explanatory.
- When I ask someone to do something, mainly my kids or husband, and even though I know they hear me they don’t do what I ask. Not really sure why they do this because they know when I have to ask a 2nd time I will be louder and I will have an attitude!
- When other people tell me something about my kids that I already know or that I know is wrong. Yes, this kind of goes hand in hand with my post yesterday, but as I said I never say things out loud.
- I hate when other people make me late and part of the reason that happen is because it heightens my anxiety to a 12 on a scale of 1-10. If I am ready and waiting for a ride or waiting for my husband to get home so I can go somewhere and they are just the slightest bit late I start to freak! I will panic and call them many many times. I don’t know why this is either because I’m okay with being late because of me LOL.
- HEARTBURN!!! I have it constantly and it makes me cranky. I take four pills a day for it and I still have to have Tums or Maalox close just in case.
- I LOVE going to rock concerts but for some reason they always turn me into a super bitch. It’s like I have an alter ego who is fearless and rude to everyone…and I think her name is Sam. She will step on people, start fights with 400lb men, try to slice a guy’s neck with her fingernails, she is a badass bitch. Of course there was one concert that I went to pregnant…that was like Sam+Samantha(pregnant) x 4.
- Horrible drivers/parkers…they induce copious amounts of road rage.
- My husband’s incessant online game playing, but not only that, the fact that he thinks he has to talk super loud when his mic is right by his face…which he is doing as I write this…so I am about to yell at him to be “f@^$ing quiet” for the 3rd time this week!
- Noisy neighbors. Unless you have an elephant up there, no one should make that much noise when they walk.
That’s all I can think of for now, although I’m sure there is a lot more shit that turns me into a bitch, these are the main ones. So be aware, I don’t enjoy being mean to anyone but if you do these things you better watch out for what’s coming next…
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